"Mother... no, Mother..."
Because of the projection within her heart, Illya seemed to have thought of something terrible. Lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as her body trembled slightly.
"Miss..."
Sella gritted her teeth and looked sorrowfully at Illya, who was practically at the mercy of others.
Within the mirror, Irisviel in the consciousness space of the Lesser Grail revealed a strangely eerie smile and actually began walking toward the mirror of her own accord.
"What are you planning to do? You people who never should have existed in this world in the first place."
"Honestly... you make me sick."
"Irisviel" wore a gloomy expression, her smile filled with mockery—and it sent chills down Anno's spine.
Of all expressions, that was the one Irisviel should never have worn!
"Who... are you!?"
Anno's voice trembled with suppressed emotion as he grimly questioned the unfamiliar woman dressed in black and wearing Irisviel's appearance.
"Who am I?"
"Saber, I never thought you'd ask something like that. I'm Irisviel."
"Irisviel's" gaze darkened further.
That question...
It was exactly the same as the one Emiya Kiritsugu had asked back then.
How disgusting.
"You are not Irisviel."
Anno's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Irisviel would never wear that expression, and she would never say such things. Who are you? Why are you disguised in Irisviel's appearance and hiding within her daughter's heart!?"
Anno's knuckles turned white from how tightly he clenched his fists, and the killing intent in his eyes seemed ready to spill over.
He had more or less figured out some things about Illya.
In Anno's view, if Illya wanted to hate and resent Emiya Kiritsugu—fine, there was nothing wrong with that. But she should deny the life of the man called Emiya Kiritsugu based